Part 5 of “The Ebon Shard” In the deepening chill of an autumn morning, The Burly Earl thrummed with a tense energy. Asmund, behind the bar, polished glasses with a methodical rhythm, his thoughts elsewhere. The recent revelations about the Ebon Shroud weighed heavily on him. A cloaked figure entered, drawing little attention in the…
Part 3 of “The Ebon Shroud” A week had passed since Valoric’s visit, and the eerie silence that hung around the tales of ‘The Ebon Shroud’ seemed to deepen. To the common folk of Neverwinter, life buzzed in its usual rhythm. But within the quiet corners of The Burly Earl, amidst the shadows of old…
Part 2 of “The Ebon Shroud” The morning light filtered through the windows of The Burly Earl, casting a warm glow amidst the wooden interiors. But the previous night’s revelations still cast a shadow over the patrons, the whispers of “The Ebon Shroud” a stark reminder of looming darkness. Asmund’s attention was captivated by a…
Part 1 of “The Ebon Shroud” The Burly Earl, situated in Neverwinter’s shadowed recesses, wasn’t just a haven for ale-seekers. It was where stories were birthed and died; some whispered in dread, others proclaimed with conviction. This evening, a silence, thick and palpable, clung to the tavern, punctuated by sporadic murmurs. At the heart of…
Kaelen Shadowalker strolled into The Burly Earl, a popular inn and tavern in the heart of Neverwinter. As she entered, the smell of ale and roasted meat greeted her, and she took a deep breath, savoring the familiar aroma. She walked over to the bar, where a beautiful serving woman with bright green eyes and…
In the gentle glow of the afternoon sun, Tinkabelle Mainspring, a renowned gnome tinker with a spirit as vibrant as the intricate contraptions she crafted, stepped into the inviting warmth of The Burly Earl. On her shoulder, Whizbang, a mechanical bird with feathers of silver and sapphire, chirped melodiously, its notes resonating harmoniously with the…
In the golden twilight, Bilberry Stoutfoot found himself stepping into the comforting embrace of The Burly Earl, a renowned haven where camaraderie blossomed over delectable meals and robust laughter. Asmund, the sun-kissed proprietor, greeted him with a bear hug, his large frame a testament to years of battling both beasts and the elements. They settled…
Elsabetha Stormweaver had never been one for the hustle and bustle of city life. She had spent her entire life in the tranquil depths of the forest, listening to the rustling of the leaves and the gentle chirping of the birds. But today, she found herself in the city of Neverwinter, looking for a place…
The tavern was bustling with activity as the warrior known as Kethril entered. He made his way to the bar, ordered a pint of ale, and looked over the menu. His eyes landed on the mini meatloaf with roasted baby potatoes and roasted green beans, served with a crusty loaf of bread. Kethril’s mouth watered…
Nothing transports like smell. Deadwinter oranges, fresh sheets, blood on the wind. The best ones are the ones you can’t quite place but feel in your marrow, in the deepest recesses of your mammal brain. Ever, the type who arrived once a millennium, was more than emotionally transported by smell. She was transported bodily by…